Novelas y relatos de Innocent

His untouchable criminal record was clearly a result of a bribery to some judge because he definitely was not the saint he was presented to be. His club smelled cocaine and his bars screamed illegal alcohol trade. There was not even one cop around the perimeter of the club which meant that he had one of his own in the force. That's where I needed to start. I have to learn more about him. I can't afford him dragging my name and dignity through the mad over some sexual tension. Then a notification reached my ear. He had booked an appointment for Friday. Missed me already Mr. Valentine.

my voice quick and unconvincing. "Come on, Joeniya, it's me you're talking to. I know you're lying," Ace said gently as he pulled me onto his lap. The warmth of his embrace offered a sense of comfort, but the silence stretched on, filling the air with an unspoken tension. I glanced at him and followed his gaze to the pediatrician card lying on the table, its presence a stark reminder of my worries—I honestly didn’t even remember having it.

The moment stretches for a second too long and before she could stop herself, she's stuttering some sort of justification for her words. "They're... innocent, mostly," she brushes it off with a nervous smile, apologizing for being so liberal with her rambling. She just cared, is all. And she tells him as much, reminding the man of her own ties to the family. "I'd hate to see them wrongly accused, you know? Not when they haven't done anything to deserve it... nothing other than accept an invitation from an old friend." What could she say? She didn't believe in guilty by association.

Roderick held his hands up in a non-threatening manner and looked at Angie. "I love you, Angie, stay strong." Roderick said as he looked into her terrified eyes. "Think of the baby." "lady Angelica, don't decode the missive for them it's a matter of national security! If you do you're a traitor!" Mr. Simcoe roared at her just as he attacked the man next to him. A gun went off and Mr Simcoe was dead before he hit the floor. Angie shivered at the site of his blank open eyes, knowing roderick's and the baby's fate if she fought them too.

Rolex. Ella looked at her pathetic condition carefully. She kept caressing and stroking her arms, which were still painful due to the burns and the cramps. Alpha Gabriel noticed this and said, “Any accused is innocent until proved guilty, and so I am going to heal Ella because she hasn’t yet been proved guilty by the evidence so far.”

I didn't ask you for his character certificate. After being caught, all the accused say that they are innocent. They did not do anything wrong. So, are they not guilty? Have you ever heard that till now, when someone got caught doing something illegal, they directly admit that they did something wrong? Who confesses like that? Even a murderer who killed multiple people will never confess that he did something wrong, let alone confess to killing someone innocent.

Cops exchanged uneasy glances with each other before the seniormost mustered the courage to speak, "Mr. Serrano, if she is innocent then a search would only confirm it." Nate prowled towards the cop, his gaze on him, hard and unyielding- a silent promise of consequences if overlooked. "I do not doubt her innocence," he made it clear and continued, " And no one will touch her. If you have suspicions then search this damned place. Wreck it, bring it down, I don't give a fuck, but no one..." his voice thickened with something dangerous as he seethed, "no fucking one is laying a finger on her."

"I didn't steal anything. I didn't do anything wrong." The prosecutor raised an eyebrow, a skeptical look on his face. "Really? Then why did we find a trail of evidence leading directly to you?" I felt a surge of panic, but I pushed it aside. I knew I was innocent, and I was determined to prove it. "I don't know what you're talking about," I said. "I didn't do anything wrong. I'm a victim of circumstance, that's all." The prosecutor snorted. "A victim of circumstance? That's a pretty convenient excuse, don't you think?"

Arthur rubs his temples, the memories crashing over him like waves. Catherina had been methodical, planting seeds of doubt and turning him against Madin one calculated move at a time. She had claimed innocence while subtly stoking Arthur’s guilt over Madin’s jealousy. She had played the role of the victim flawlessly, making Arthur believe he was protecting her and their unborn child. His hands tremble as he recalls it all. He had been a fool, blinded by guilt and the weight of his responsibilities.

The reply came instantly: Good. Make it look like an accident. Vince’s lips curved into a small, dangerous smile. He slipped into his car, started the engine, and drove off into the night, the sound of rain beginning to fall. Back inside, Lena watched the raindrops streak down the lounge window. For the first time that night, a flicker of doubt crossed her face. “What if she’s innocent?” Rebecca asked quietly. Lena didn’t answer right away. Her reflection in the glass looked pale, haunted. Then she whispered, almost to herself, “No one is innocent, Rebecca. Not in this game.”